Summary

The war is finally over. Now the hard part begins.Millions of years of fighting has left their scars on everyone. Cynosura, once Isobel Harrington of Earth, psychologist specialized in PTSD in soldiers, has her work cut out for her. And as if handling Starscream and Sunstreaker and the rest wasn't enough, she has to cope with life as a completely different species. No amount of human experience could have prepared her for life as a motorcycle.At least she'll now have an eternity of time to work with. Or so she'd thought. But millions of years of fighting means it's not just Cybertronians who're scarred. And there's a reckoning coming.

Summary

It’s a complete accident. Really. First Aid didn’t mean to invent wireless interfacing, he really didn’t. He didn’t even tell Ratchet he’d done it, because he really didn’t think it would work.

And Defensor and Superion definitely didn’t mean to be so loud when they tested it out that they attracted the attention of Bruticus.

And it wasn’t like anyone could have foreseen that the Combaticons wouldn’t attack, but would instead go back to the Decepticons and demand that Soundwave replicate the technology, stat, and make sure every Decepticon on Earth had access to it. Even less that Megatron would think it was a brilliant idea.

At least, when the rest of the Autobots finally find out what’s going on, they’re not slow to adapt.They’re certainly not slow to reconnect, so to say, especially with lovers from across faction lines- and maybe turn the tables a bit.

Or: the story about how First Aid made a massive technological breakthrough without meaning to, how Soundwave fooled the human satellites into thinking interfacing signals were foreign code, and how Jazz, master of the Autobot Kama Sutra, found the right signal to end the war.

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Everyone has a set of glyphs on their arm. It's the pinnacle of romance, the guaranteed love-ever-after, the way you know who's the one and only for you.It's a load of slag. Because Whirl doesn't have his words anymore and doesn't remember what they were. And Swerve's words are so generic that he literally hears them several times a week.Misery loves company. And it's not like either of them will find their one true someone anyway.... right?

Summary

Jazz, TIC of the Autobots, assassin, spy, and interrogator extraordinaire, is the most feared mech in the Autobot ranks bar none - his very name makes Decepticons tremble, and brave mechen have terminated themselves rather than allow themselves to fall into his clutches. So when Soundwave, a young Decepticon communications officer, awakens after months of constant torture at the hands of an Autobot base commander to find himself and his cassettes in the Autobot HQ's medbay with Jazz standing over him, he can hardly control his terror - he's held out for so long, but this is a fight he can't hope to win, and he knows it.

Meanwhile, Jazz feels terrible about what's happened to the young mech. He had nothing to do with the torture, certainly didn't authorize it, but it still happened - and the terror he can teek in the young mech's field doesn't help with the guilt. Still, Jazz wants the carrier for the Autobots, bad - he's clearly talented, has a strong and loyal clade, and would obviously make a fine agent, if he can be flipped.

So begins a terrifying experience for Soundwave, desperately struggling to protect his clade as Jazz determinedly... treats them with an unexpected degree of mercy?